11 hours ago
Waking up in the middle of what had to be some god ritual of some sort, the type of thing she was supposed to stop in the long run was mild disorienting. Why had Mia been there? She hadn't really had time to ask, and Mia hadn't woken up the next morning she had. It was also disorienting. The trigger had been accidental, she knew that much and the letter in the journal sat unanswered.
It was only the next day, whatever it was hadn't allowed them to trigger back automatically. Trinity thought she might as well get the lay of the land and leave notes for Mia. That way she wouldn't stumble into the hornet's nest again. Mia's place wasn't the greatest in the world but it was clean and perfect for their business at hand. Out of the way and off the beaten path.
And everything else had the same flavor including the gym Trinity found herself in. Everyone minded their own business and it looked well enough. A woman smacked at a bag with a fierceness that one could only have for having shit hit the fan and there was nothing you could do about it -- that was the look she had.
Trinity watched as the bag danced around after each hit. For some that was what they wanted and Trinity couldn't tell one way or the other. But she stepped behind and out of the way of the bag but close enough to step in if wanted. "Probably feel better if you didn't have to chase it all around." Trinity nodded her head towards the bag indicating she'd hold it if desire. "Or a live target." She offered. Boxing wasn't her thing. Playing fair never really was, but she'd play by whatever rules there were. Life was a gamble and she was okay with the stakes.
Quote:My Dearest Mia... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!
It was only the next day, whatever it was hadn't allowed them to trigger back automatically. Trinity thought she might as well get the lay of the land and leave notes for Mia. That way she wouldn't stumble into the hornet's nest again. Mia's place wasn't the greatest in the world but it was clean and perfect for their business at hand. Out of the way and off the beaten path.
And everything else had the same flavor including the gym Trinity found herself in. Everyone minded their own business and it looked well enough. A woman smacked at a bag with a fierceness that one could only have for having shit hit the fan and there was nothing you could do about it -- that was the look she had.
Trinity watched as the bag danced around after each hit. For some that was what they wanted and Trinity couldn't tell one way or the other. But she stepped behind and out of the way of the bag but close enough to step in if wanted. "Probably feel better if you didn't have to chase it all around." Trinity nodded her head towards the bag indicating she'd hold it if desire. "Or a live target." She offered. Boxing wasn't her thing. Playing fair never really was, but she'd play by whatever rules there were. Life was a gamble and she was okay with the stakes.